Yoh, life is a journey, mara it hurts...
Rest easy, James, our Grootman.
Hamba kahle, big brother.
The road took you away so fast, James,
A dark day on the highway, tears in our eyes.
Eish, the pain is heavy, we cannot lie,
But we look to the sky, where your spirit flies.
You left us too soon, but your love remains,
In the hearts of your children, through all the pain.
Nyasha, be strong, your daddy is watching,
Alina, dry your eyes, he’s always there.
Themba, hold the line, keep the family walking,
And little Reg, you are in his care.
James, our brother, hamba kahle, sho!
We will guide them, we won't let them go.
No loadshedding can dim the light you left behind,
A loving father, the gentlest kind.
We gather round the fire, speaking your name,
Life in the kasi will never be the same.
But we promise to stand, to protect your own,
They will never walk this cold road alone.
Nyasha, be strong, your daddy is watching,
Alina, dry your eyes, he’s always there.
Themba, hold the line, keep the family walking,
And little Reg, you are in his care.
James, our brother, hamba kahle, sho!
We will guide them, we won't let them go.
Rest in peace, Grootman.
Yoh, we miss you, James.
Sharp sharp, till we meet again.
Aweh.